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Not An Addiction [5/?]

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There was no possible way for England's day to get any worse. His manhunt for America had ended in defeat, and wherever he walked people were giving him funny looks. Italy had promptly told everyone upon meeting them that England was pregnant, and had even taken to following him around and trying to talk to his stomach (it had only taken twenty minutes to end that--Germany was wise when it came to matters concerning an angry (humiliated) England.

He had been forced to return to the conference room at the end of his hunt, and only Germany sat at the large table. This surprised him.

"Shouldn't you be with Italy or something? How'd the meeting go?"

"Postponed it." Germany looked up. "My brother and your... Well, they both took off. Then you went to hunt America, so we were missing two important speakers."

"And what does Prussia have to do with it?"

"Do you like the fact that he is running around in a foreign country with no one to watch him?"

England thought for a moment. When Prussia was set loose unto the world, there were always treaties and relations that were at risk of being shattered. "How the hell have you kept him from starting a world war?"

"Beer and internet."

"Ah." England wondered if he could get America to calm down a bit with those, but then remembered the current situation. America would jump right in and that would be the end of that.

"I haven't seen France since you left," Germany added. "I believe he said something about Spain. No idea. So the only people left to speak all left before the meeting could continue."

"I apologise."

"I'm sure the others won't." Germany groaned. He kind of needed his laptop to do his work and get his notes together, but his brother was gone. He had no idea of the albino's location, either. Not since Austria had called up to complain about the sudden presence of many tiny toothpicks embedded in his bedroom door and his mirror, and the mysterious absence of all the doorknobs in his house (which wasn't really the mysterious, considering Prussia felt the need to "relieve" the man of either his doorknobs or windows every other month).

Germany stood. "I'm just going to hope for the best. If I'm lucky, Prussia is unconscious in a dumpster somewhere."

"I should probably get going as well," England decided. "America probably needs to get his ass kicked, and who will do it but myself?"

Germany stared at the Brit for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. Then he realized he didn't care anymore. He just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep (and, when the time came, pay bail to get his brother out of jail for whatever indecent acts he forced upon to country's citizens).

England grabbed his bag from his chair and left the room, heading back to his own hotel. He would check America's room first, to be sure that he was actually where he was supposed to be and not running like a deranged villain across the country-side.

He could only hope.





England stared at the door. He had knocked at least seven times, yet he heard nothing within. Except for the rustling and frantic breathing. He decided that there was only one way of getting in, and so (like the gentleman he was), he kicked open the door.